Z jesiennych kronik małego miasta...
I jeszcze Kate, tradycyjnie jesienią, i jak zawsze na temat.
I look at you and see
My life that might have been:
Your face just ghostly in the smoke.
They're setting fire to the cornfields
As you're taking me home.
The smell of burning fields
Will now mean you and here.
My life that might have been:
Your face just ghostly in the smoke.
They're setting fire to the cornfields
As you're taking me home.
The smell of burning fields
Will now mean you and here.
Ooh, the thrill and the hurting.
The thrill and the hurting.
I know that this will never be mine.
The thrill and the hurting.
I know that this will never be mine.
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